Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Eritrea and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Public Enemy to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Severed Heads,
Colin Newman,
Soul II Soul,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Goldenarms,
Simply Red,
Lakeside,
Sun City Girls,
Minor Threat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Parry Music,
Thompson Twins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fluxion,
Stereo Dub,
Donald Byrd,
Alison Limerick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare,
Graham Central Station,
Joyce Sims,
Magazine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Buzzcocks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roxy Music,
Ten City,
The J.B.'s,
Mars,
Bush Tetras,
Sight & Sound,
World's Most,
Echospace,
Maurizio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Con Funk Shun,
Khruangbin,
Motorama,
Monolake,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dirtbombs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Soft Cell,
New Order,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Young Rascals,
Minny Pops,
Half Japanese,
Derrick May,
Popol Vuh,
Suicide,
La Düsseldorf,
New Age Steppers,
48th St. Collective,
The Flesh Eaters,
Archie Shepp,
The Velvet Underground,
Amazonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.